Horizons
by: Garland Davis
From growing up a farm boy’s life,
From home onto Asian shores,
Moving into the world and a sailor’s strife.
Once back learned I wanted more.
Thirty years I followed a sailor’s star,
Through both a hot and a cold war.
Tho my time at sea is done,
I still seek that just beyond the horizon.
Tales of an Asia Sailor 
That star is growing dimmer!
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Don’t we all, to watch a sun set & see that “green flash” or a Red sky at night telling Sailor’s Delight evening to look forward to, or that Sailor’s warning, Red sky in the morning telling Sailor’s to take Warning of a rough day ahead, or a calm flat sea filled with phosphorus & pods of dolphins racing the bow of our ship. Most of us have “dropped anchor “ for the last time and may never see another open ocean again other than in our memories.
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